My poem titled “Blue Sky”

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I had gotten used to the clouds

Casting shadows over my life

And raining down on my dreams

Drenching them until they became so heavy I couldn’t lift them anymore

The crashing of the thunder didn’t startle me like it used to

I remembered I had seen a clear blue sky once

And it was so beautiful and calm

That I had committed it to memory

But that was so long ago I didn’t bother to try and remember the details

Because it hurt too much

I turned my eyes skyward today and I saw it

A brilliant sliver of blue, peeking through the clouds

It was accompanied by something I had never seen or felt before

The sun

It warmed my face, my skin, my soul

I watched as the golden rays began to dry my dreams

One by one they expanded and lifted from the ground

Shining in an untapped brilliance

I gathered the dreams together and like a bouquet of helium balloons, I tethered them to one another and used them to carry me skyward

I needed to reach that sliver in the clouds

I needed to push the clouds apart and have my blue sky, my calm

-Collins

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My poem titled “Picture Me”

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Picture me the way I was
The way I ought to be
Before this sickness got ahold of me
Like glue 
Please see me through
All my broken days, broken days
Always say ,
you’ll picture me like I am
Just like a friend
Stick with me straight till the end
Begin again,
My cracks are starting to show
And I guess we both know
That time sometimes blows
And goodbyes come too soon and too slow
Picture me like you saw me that day
When you asked me to play
A song we both knew to get lost to that way
Smile like you did when you asked me to stay
With you.
-Collins

My poem titled “Things we Like”

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We tend to push back the things we like
Like small children
And place them behind the things that we don’t like
We’re content with living joyless lives
And shucking money into the void
We’re told we can’t do the things we like
And support ourselves
So we spend all of our time doing the things we don’t like
Until every last drop of our joy is gone
And we don’t have the energy to pull
That small child out from behind the ugly things
And create something we do like
 
-Collins